(After Razmig Davoyan, Armenian poet)

Voices, sounds,

never die, but

travel, travel.

Once uttered

the words echo

sigh after sigh

in waves of sound

around the world

and return.

Or perhaps

wait on top

of the trees

to pounce

like leopards

and repeat and repeat

what you never

meant to speak.

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